Sky Curtain: The Darwin Incident at the outset, the Declaration of the People's League

Was the Human Rights Alliance hostile to other races from the beginning?

Nor is it.

The reason why the People's Federation is what it is today is entirely due to the environment.

The malice from the surrounding environment ultimately led to the birth of the People's Federation.

This seemingly concluding voice-over transcends the boundaries of civilization and race, touching the nerves of all those struggling to survive in the cruel universe.

It reveals a chilling universal law—the posture of survival is often not a conscious choice, but rather the final form shaped by the environment and forged by blood and fire.

The existence of the Human Alliance is like a mirror reflecting the dark background of the universe, making all viewers wonder: if they were in the same desperate situation, where would their own civilization go?

This alliance is an extreme.

However, it is an extreme that we have no choice but to go towards.

Chapter 8 Reactions from All Sectors

The embers of the sky had not yet completely dissipated in sight, but the roar of "May the glory of mankind endure forever" seemed to still echo in the void of countless worlds.

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Warhammer 40 Universe

Holy Terra.

The subtle ripples of psionic energy around the Golden Throne had not yet subsided, and the knuckles of the Royal Guards' fingers, gripping their spears, turned slightly white.

What they saw was not simply heretical propaganda, but a distorted mirror—reflecting another kind of "human supremacy" madness.

That's not their world.

That's not their path.

That was another kind of iron-blooded path born out of despair, relying solely on oneself.

"They...did not mention God."

A voice from a member of the Imperial Guard came through his helmet, icy cold: “No emperor, no state religion, no fear or worship of the Warp. Their ‘glory’ is built entirely on racial self-awareness and the steel of their fleet.”

"This is the most dangerous heresy!"

The representative of the court slammed his fist on the table, his eyes burning with fanaticism: "They have proven that humanity can unite, expand, and even... survive without relying on the Emperor's light. This is more deadly than the whispers of chaos! This is shaking the very foundations of faith!"

But among the High Lords, some of the more pragmatic—or rather, more ruthless—faces gleamed with a different kind of light.

An elderly man from the Ministry of Military Affairs spoke slowly, his voice hoarse.

"How is their path any different from ours? Betrayed by the Xenomorphs, struggling in dire straits, paving their way to survival with their blood and flesh... The only difference is that they are fortunate enough not to have the eternal nightmare of the Warp; their only enemy is the Xenomorphs of the material universe."

"what do you mean?"

The great sage of the Mechanical Order raised a question.

“What I mean is,” the old man looked around, “their ‘extreme’ approach is a survival strategy that has proven effective in specific circumstances.”

"And the alien threat that our Empire faces is no less. Look at those Orks, Terrans, Eldar... and look at the 'tolerance' of alien vassal armies in some of our frontier worlds."

He pointed towards the darkening sky: "That 'Human Alliance' has given us a sample. A sample of what humanity can achieve in a purely material universe, relying solely on its own will and technology. Their methods may be crude, but their core logic—'Those who are not of our kind must have different hearts'—hasn't it been verified in countless border conflicts?"

"Are you trying to emulate heretics?!"

The representative of the State Education Department shouted in a shrill voice.

“No.” The old man shook his head: “I mean, perhaps we can… learn from its ‘spirit’. Strengthen the policy of absolute extermination against the Xenomorphs and purge those weak factions within our ranks that still harbor illusions about them.”

"As for their technology... doesn't the Mechanicus want to analyze that method of transmitting information across the universe?"

Deep within the Martian temple, the probe array of the Eye of Omnisiah is operating at unprecedented power.

The celestial canopy is temporarily closed, but its "non-subspace ripples" have become the most precious sample of the Mechanicus.

“Look for similar fluctuations.”

The Forging General's orders went straight to the bottom: "Even if it requires scanning the entire galaxy. This is not chaos, not psionic energy, this is... new knowledge. New knowledge belonging to Omnissiah."

The edge of the Eye of Fear.

Abaddon remained silent for a long time before letting out a low, ambiguous laugh.

"A model of a 'human empire' without subspace, without chaos, and purely composed of matter and will?"

“Interesting. Tell all the warbands to be on the lookout for any rifts or anomalies that might lead to the ‘outside.’ If that ‘Human Alliance’ really exists… perhaps we can make a deal with them.”

His idea was to use this pure material power to fight against the empire, and even... against the gods' tiresome eternal game.

StarCraft Universe

Char, the Zerg swarm's main hive.

Kerrigan's will remained absolutely still for several minutes after the Human League history was played.

Then, a sharp and complex resonance erupted within the swarm network.

"From prey to hunter, from being hunted to hunting the entire galaxy..."

The Queen of Blades's whispered thoughts flowed through the swarm: "Pure survival drive, undisguised expansionist desires, their behavioral logic... how... efficient."

She thought about the nature of the alien insects.

Devour, absorb, evolve, expand.

What the Human Rights Alliance is doing is just another form of "devouring"—replacing mouthparts and infection with warships and colonization, and replacing genetic sequences with ideology, but the core driving logic is remarkably similar.

"But they are missing the most crucial element—evolution."

A cold glint flashed in Kerrygan's eyes: "They cling to the arrogance of their 'human' form, refusing to integrate, refusing to change. This will be their weakness, and also... their limit."

She began retrieving the Zerg's memory data about the human empire and comparing it with the human alliance in the sky.

Both are human, but one is struggling and fighting among himself in the Koprulu Sector, while the other is practicing the cruelest survival rules in the vast universe.

"If we could bring the Alliance to Koprulu..."

The thought gave her a dangerous thrill: "How long can Mengsk's empire, that idiot, last? And what will Renault, that idealist, choose?"

"And the Protoss... when faced with a civilization that equates 'non-humans' directly with 'extermination targets,' can their 'Kara' path still be maintained?"

She didn't want to form alliances with anyone—that would be ridiculous.

Based on their declaration, it is highly unlikely that they will cooperate with us.

But she saw the seeds of chaos, the possibility of completely overturning the existing balance.

"Be alert for any unusual spatial signals."

She gave the swarm the instruction: "If there's a chance... catch a whiff of 'outside'."

On the Hyperion.

Renault and Matt looked at each other, speechless.

What do you think, Jim?

Matt finally broke the silence.

Renault took a deep drag on his cigar and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke: "I would say they were a bunch of lunatics, paranoiacs, the most deserving war criminals in the universe to be locked up."

He paused, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "But... damn it, all that shit they went through—the advance team being slaughtered like prey, starving on a strange planet to the point of eating synthetic protein, being betrayed by a native civilization... does that sound familiar?"

Matt gave a wry smile.

Yes, that sounds familiar.

In the Koprulu Sector, the history between humans, Zerg, and Protoss is also filled with betrayal, struggle for survival, and bloody conflict.

However, there is no force here that can so purely distill hatred and vigilance into the guiding principles of an entire civilization.

"They were forced into that state by their circumstances."

Matt said, "But the problem is that when they become powerful, this logic becomes an excuse for proactive aggression. 'For the future of humanity' can justify all atrocities. That's dangerous, Jim."

"I know."

Raynor scratched his head: "But...you have to admit, at certain moments, like watching Kerrigan's swarm engulf a planet, or Mengsk nuking a rebel city...doesn't the thought occasionally cross your mind: what if humanity could unite as one, as they say, and fight only for themselves...?"

He didn't finish his sentence, but Matt understood.

It is a weary longing for a "simple answer" amidst endless war and betrayal.

“That won’t be the answer, sir,” Matt said firmly. “That would be another kind of hell. A colder, lonelier hell. We fight so that humanity… can still retain something beyond ‘survival’? Like choosing to cooperate with the Protoss, like believing in the possible ‘good’ that may exist among the Zerg, like… that damned lingering thought you have about Sarah Kerrigan.”

Renault was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and cursed, but his expression relaxed a bit.

“You’re right, Matt. We’re bastards, but not that kind of bastard.”

He looked up at the starry sky: "But I'm curious, what would Valerian think if he saw this? And Artanis..."

On the Protoss flagship, Spear of Adun.

Archbishop Artanis has just concluded an emergency meeting with the phase technicians of the Calais.

"Confirmed, Archbishop."

Serandis's voice came through: "This is definitely not the history of our world. The Sky Curtain is not the technology of any known civilization, nor is it a creation of the void. It must come from... another reality."

Artanis stood before the observation deck, the stars reflected in his blue pupils.

"A civilization that directly condemns 'difference' to death."

He said slowly, “Their history is full of pain, which is worthy of mourning. But their choices... deviated from the path of the Khala, and also from the lessons the Protoss learned with great difficulty after the cataclysm—pure hatred and rejection will only breed new hatred and destruction.”

"They are very powerful."

Serandis reminded him.

The massive fleet that appeared in the sky, blotting out the sun, was no joke.

“The Protoss have never feared a powerful enemy.”

Artanis turned, his gaze sweeping over the Templars and High Templars present: "But what we should be more wary of is the potential 'resonance' this ideology might generate. In the Koprulu Sector, in countless corners of the galaxy, among the human forces currently battling the Zerg and each other, are there any weak-willed individuals drawn to this extreme and 'simple' idea?"

"what do you mean?"

“Strengthen communication with our human allies—especially Commander Raynor and His Majesty Valerian.”